>>37088733
[2/2]

“Got any good ideas for who might lead it next year?” asks Principal Tennyson.

You look over to Clara, who sleeps in that sheer pink nightgown on top of a naked Fairless. Kitten’s arm hangs out of the blankets, she’s completely buried. “Hm. I think I might have an idea. I’ll talk to you about later, alright, Principal Tennyson?”

“Alright. Word is there’s a New Year’s Party on campus tonight, I’m sure you already know.” You can just see him smiling and opening a bottle of wine for that occasion. “So, go ahead, enjoy yourself. You’ve earned it.”

You smile. “To another year of LGA.”

“And to many more!” he declares. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year.” You hang up then and there, then look to those three.

Jeez. They’re all over each other. You need to start showing discretion with yourself now. Lord knows the last thing you want to be is some public use port-a-john or something.

> Wake them up, it’s time for breakfast
> Let them sleep in, it’s New Year’s Eve after all.
>Write in

>>37088735
>Let them sleep in, it’s New Year’s Eve after all.
I am unreasonably happy about this.

>>37088735
>Let them sleep in, it’s New Year’s Eve after all.

Well, this is a thing I wasn't expecting to see.

I don't know how to feel about this to be honest with you.

This is a thing?
>>37088735
>> Let them sleep in, it’s New Year’s Eve after all.

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>>37088735
>Let them sleep in, it’s New Year’s Eve after all.
Couldn't stay away from it even after doing a huge aftermath, huh? I love it!

>>37088877
Clara is on the pile now too, we need to update the image.

>>37088735
> Wake them up, it’s time for breakfast
Fucking breakfast-time!

>>37088820
>I don't know how to feel about this to be honest with you.
I, for one, am quite happy.

>>37088935
I kind of am too?

But LGA has been a up and down thing to me and while I was glad yet sad it was over. Coming back to it again for some reason I remembering the downs more then the ups.

>>37088974
Eh, other than the tank battles dragging on towards the end most of the downs for me were early on so I've got mosly good vibes.

> Let them sleep in, it’s New Year’s Eve after all.

You yawn, placing your new breakfast skillet on the table. If they want some, they can wake up and have some of it but in the meantime IT’S ALL YOURS. You start munching down your delightful breakfast. Hm, taters could be a bit smaller.

You sigh. It’s only been a week or two since you won out in the tournament. Now that it’s over, you honestly don’t know what to do with yourself. You hope you figure something out soon because honestly, you’re going to go stark raving mad and then Kitten will be sad. You don’t want sad Kitten any more than you want mad Kitten.

Mad Kitten is cute at least.

You lean back in your chair, and look at the uniform hanging from your wall. Your Tankery Uniform. Who knows how long it’ll be before you hang that up on the wall of a nice home in the hills, with children running through the hallways.

Kitten pokes her head out of the blanket, her head tussled up and her eyes nearly glued shut. “Ugh…” She sniffs the air. “Is that breakfast?”

You nod, chewing on a crispy bit of potato. “Yep. Want some?” She nods at that. “You’re going to have to get out of bed.”

“Ah… fuck that.” She crawls back under the blanket. You roll your eyes then continue eating. You check the time.

> 8:30 AM.

Ah jeez. You’re going to be late for the Ceremonial Braking!

> Wake Fairless and get her dressed quick, you need to get there on time!
> Eh, take your time. Nothing wrong with being fashionably late.
> Write in

>>37089020
>Wake Fairless and get her dressed quick, you need to get there on time!

>>37088994
Actually that was the opposite for me strangely enough, the tank battles and tank discussion wars were my bread and butter.

The FtK debates or whatever it's called and a couple of German's cute girls doing cute thing moments made me cringed.

>>37089020
>Wake Fairless and get her dressed quick, you need to get there on time!

>>37089020
> Wake Fairless and get her dressed quick, you need to get there on time!

>>37089065
I liked the tank battles but hated the tank sperg itself and could do without the repetitive training sessions. Also will gladly read cute girls doing cute things.

>>37088994
Yeah, same, once the tank sperg calmed down it was mostly pretty damn fun times.

>>37089096
Well the more heated tank debates sure but the information that people provided was interesting

again it was hit or miss for me for the girls doing cute things because it seemed to be less cute and more like something out of To-love-ru but replacing the male main character with Trude.

>>37089119
Romance shitstorms gotheir deserved time in the spotlight but the awfulness of the tank wars around the time after GS temporarily banned romancing entirely should not be forgotten.

>>37089152
At least the tank wars were informative though.

>>37089020
> Wake Fairless and get her dressed quick, you need to get there on time!

PANIC!

> Wake Fairless and get her dressed quick, you need to get there on time!

You stand up, and quickly stuff some peppers and potatoes into your mouth. Ah damn it, there’s too much, you can’t chew! Ah, whatever. You grab a skirt and then pick up Fairless’ uniform off the ground. “Memmafaf!” you yell. All you do is spray food chunks all over Bernadette’s face. She grimaces, holding her hand over her face. “Mamamaafaf!”

“Swallow your fucking food.” You immediately swallow, freezing. The food itself simply slides down your gullet out of fear of pissing her off. She leans up, then looks down at Clara lying on top of her. “How’d she-“

“No time!” You throw her skirt over her head. “We gotta get to the Command Tower, the Ceremonial Braking is on!”

She pulls her skirt down, squinting. “Aw, that lame thing? Can’t I just sleep?”

“Not when I’m in charge.” You shove the shirt in her hand then pick up Clara into her arms and throw her onto the floor. She yelps as she falls, landing with a loud thud. “Now come on! We gotta go, we gotta go!”

Bernadette grumbles, pulling her shirt on. “Faster, faster!”

Clara stands up, rubbing her head. “What’s the big idea, Gertrude Pool?! Ain’t I woman enough to sleep in your bed!?” Aw, you don’t have time for this! You walk over to your breakfast. “Come on, Gertrude Pool!” She raises her fists, obviously intending to wrestle you. “I’ll beat you this-“ You shove a spoonful of potatoes in her mouth. She puffs her cheeks out, blushing as she chews and munches on the meal. Good.

With that, Bernadette is at least dressed. Underwear? You lift up her skirt. Good, she’s wearing underwear. “If you wanted to see under my skirt, you could’ve asked.” You roll your eyes then check the time.

> 8:45

HOW THE FUCK DID IT ALREADY TURN INTO 8:45!?

> Forget it, run, run!
> Clara, I need to borrow your halftrack!
> Write in

>>37089259
>Clara, I need to borrow your halftrack!
This can only end well.

>>37089259
> Clara, I need to borrow your halftrack!
>>37089167
Well that depends on which side's opinions you trusted really. I mean I didn't follow them closely because I didn't read it for tanking minutiae but I'm fairly sure it was a lot of 'Tank X has quality A so it's good at this!' 'No, it's got quality B so it's bad at it! Meanwhile tank Y has quality Z so it's obviously superior.'

>>37089259
> Clara, I need to borrow your halftrack!
MACHT! SCHNELL!

>>37089259
> Forget it, run, run!
Damn it Schteel, now I want to stay for cute and/or lewd antics instead of doing our job.

>>37089306
Well that's what comparing things usually are?

Frankly it's the same for waifuwars as well but with the tanks the information they provided (especially if they provided sources) you can look up the information yourself, maybe find other sources to compare and draw your own conclusions.

I had a lot of fun doing that when that stated and learned quite a bit.

> Clara, I need to borrow your halftrack!

“Clara, quick, I need to borrow your halftrack, it’s an emergency!” You pull on your trenchcoat, as does Bernadette. Clara blocks the door, holding out her arms like a soccer goalie. “Come on, I don’t have time for this!”

“You’ll borrow nothing from me! When you borrowed my pencil!?” she yells.

Oh. Yeah.

“Well, it’s not like I’ll lose your halftrack!” you respond. “Now get out of the way!”

She huffs, crossing her arms. “You’ll have to fight me first!”

You take her by the hips and then throw you over her shoulder. “Alright, come on you. If you’re not going to let me have it, I’ll just kidnap you.” She beats on your back, squealing. “Come on, Bernadette!” She starts following you, unfolding her glasses and setting them on. “Kitten, I’ll be at the Command Tower if you need me!”

She groans, lazily raising her arm then setting it down.

Right then, you start running out into the cold air. “Ooh, Jesus Christ it’s cold!” yells Clara. You hop down the steps and head for Clara’s halftrack.

> “Right, get in, I’ll drive!”
> “Bernadette, you drive!”
> “Clara, drive!”
> Write in

>>37089259
> Clara, I need to borrow your halftrack!

>>37089448
> “Right, get in, I’ll drive!”
This can only end well.

>>37089448
>“Clara, drive!”

>>37089448
>“Right, get in, I’ll drive!”

>>37089448
>“Right, get in, I’ll drive!”

>>37089448
> “Bernadette, you drive!”

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17 KB JPG

>trip is different

>>37089611
Whoops, forgot a part of it.

> “Right, get in, I’ll drive!”

“Alright, get in, get in, I’ll drive!” You throw Clara over the wall and into the back. Bernadette however, stops. “Bernadette, come on, it’s starting soon!”

She crosses her arms. “Gertrude, I know you want to get there fast, and I want to get there ALIVE.” She’s quite adamant on that. “Just saying. I mean, you can drive, but be prepared to be minus two girls. Three if you’re really unlucky.”

You roll your eyes, hopping into the driver’s seat. “Come on!” She sighs, then sits in the passenger seat next to you. Clara pokes her head out, leaning over your shoulder. “Right… how do you start this thing?”

Clara shrugs. “One second.” She pulls her smartphone out. (Where did she keep that?) “I will text one of my girls on how to drive this thing.”

Ugh. You’ll never get out of here at this rate.

-

-

“And so I said to Jaime, how’s about that staying fashionable?” Dana is quite peppy and bouncy today, walking along with Sloane “Slade” Cutter. “And then Jaime was all prissy and mean about that, and I could agree, ponchos are kind of cool in that Clint Eastwood kind of way. What do you think of ponchos, Slade?”

“I think they look retarded,” says Slade. The both of them stop as they hear a metal scratching and grinding noise coming up behind them. They look behind themselves to see you coming up the street in a halftrack.

Or rather, a halftrack that has lost its tracks and is now barely getting by with the front tires and whatever traction the wheels can provide. Which is not a lot. You stop up next to them, and then look at them. They look at you as if nothing is wrong. “Hey, girls,” you say. “Headed up to the Command Tower?” They nod. “I uh…”

“Let me guess,” says Slade. “You want us to fix your halftrack?”

> “Actually yes, please.”
> “No thanks, we’re good.”
> Write in

>>37089628
> “Actually yes, please. Pretty please."
Sorry Clara.

>>37089628
>“Actually yes, please.”
Trudy has a magical gift.

>>37089628
>“Actually yes, please.”

>>37089628
> “Actually yes, please.”
Christ Trude. You're lucky you have good qualities. And worked on the cooking, I think two absolutely terrible skills like that might have left you friendless and single.

>>37089611
It's verified with his Twitter, calm down.

> “Actually yes, please.”

You nod. Bernadette looks like she wants to get off your wild ride, while Clara is in the back completely catatonic in a pile of sweat and your coats. “Yeah, that would be nice. Pretty please.” Dana smiles, happily pulling up her toolkit and pulling out a carjack while Slade heads around the back to grab the spare track links.

“You wanted to drive,” says Bernadette.

You pout at Bernadette. “Well, hey, you like cars don’t you?” She nods at that, grimacing. “Maybe you can teach me a lesson or two.”

She sighs, leaning back. “I suppose I can.” She smirks, looking to you. “But honestly, your total ineptness is pretty cute.” Really? She looks forward now, cheeks pink. “That is uh… it’s still pretty cute.” Aw…

-

-

With the halftrack fixed, Slade and Dana ride with the both of you to the Command Tower. You’re almost there, and it even looks like you’ll make it on time! Thank God for Naval Studies Engineering! Dana leans in between you and Bernadette, grinning. “So, Gertrude, are you excited for the Ceremonial Braking?” she asks over the wind noise.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>37089870
>Boast

>>37089870
> Boast

>Bernadette looks like she wants to get off your wild ride
Oh no you don't Fairless, you're on Trude's wild ride and you're not getting off! I'll spare the obvious innuendo here though.

>>37089870
>Neutral
Stupid ceremonies interrupting sexy breakfast time.

>>37089870
> Polite

>>37089870
>Boast

>>37089910
>Oh no you don't Fairless, you're on Trude's wild ride and you're not getting off! I'll spare the obvious innuendo here though.
Why? Fairless is the one at the controls of the wild ride in bed.

>>37090039
>Not Fairless enjoying being coddled and loved in a submissive manner
Your views and tastes are questionable, sir!

>>37090076
Passive Fairless is unfairly cute.

>>37090076
You clearly do not remember things, as Trudy is the submissive one in bed.

>>37090076
Anon, pls.

We all know Trudy is too sub in bed for [anyone else] to be the sub.

>>37090153
>>37090173
>Not 2 subs with Kitten dom
For your consideration.

>>37090192
>Kitten
>domming fairless
Ahahahahahahaha.

Oh wait, you are serious? HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

> Boast

“I sure am!” you say as you gently guide the halftrack along the street. Bernadette’s hand is right below your arms, holding the steering wheel from beneath and just giving you the slightest instruction. And to keep you from colliding into anything. It’s annoying, but it’s there. “I missed out on last year’s Braking, I’m not going to miss out on this one!”

“That’s because last year, we didn’t intentionally brake,” says Bernadette. “We beached ourselves on a desert island.” Oh yeah. Took weeks to pull LGA out of that. Had to cancel Shore Leave for January.

“Well, I’m glad you’re excited! Because me and Slade are going to be up there in the control tower!” she says. “And we’re going to be the ones to drop the anchors! It’ll be so cool!”

“It won’t be like last year,” says Slade, obviously recalling last year nostalgically. Clara’s head rests on Slade’s lap, still not handling your ride very well.

Finally though, you arrive at the Command Tower. Your staff should’ve arrived before you considering the circumstances. You all dismount, Bernadette pulling Clara out and then piggybacking her on her back. A small crowd of students has already formed.

“Alright,” says Bernadette. “Where to?”

> Find your staff
> Head up to the Bridge
> Hang around, maybe they’ll find you first
> Write in

>>37090222
> Find your staff

>>37090204
Totally. Fite me about it anon!

>>37090222
> Find your staff

Beaching a 10 mile long ship. Good lord.

I'm surprised the island wasn't obliterated.

>>37090304
>spoiler
GuPlogic, anon.

>>37090222
> Head up to the Bridge

>>37090222
>Head up to the Bridge

I hope there's plenty of Bernadette screentime. She was underapreciated in the quest.

>>37090415
While I love Fairless I'm not sure that's an accurate or popular assessment.

>>37090222
>Find your staff

>>37090222
>Find your staff
Trude team, assemble!

> Find your staff

After signing up autographs, kisses on the cheeks, and selfies with the crowd that managed to discover your presence, you find your staff in the lobby talking with Kate Knispel. Nancy, Lisa, and Ramirez, all your most loyal followers. “Gertrude!” Nancy smiles, hugging you immediately and warmly. Aw, it’s not like you’ve been gone long.

“Hey, boss, yo Bernadette,” says Lisa.

Kate nods. “Morning to you two. Betty’s already up at the Bridge.”

“Thanks, Kate.” Nancy lets go of you, and lets you speak. “Anything happen I should know about?”

“Not really,” says Nancy. “Though, we’ve been getting a lot of requests to join the Tankery team, donations, everything. It’s all one big mess I must admit.” She frowns a bit, but not really genuinely. “But I am sure we will power through it!”

“I hope you will!” Because you sure as hell won’t. You probably will by the end of it though. It’s the least you could do for these girls. “And what about you, Kate, hear back from Jo?”

Kate grins. “Yeah, Jo’s real excited about the show we put on back with Ooarai. I hope you don’t mind if we take a visit down to Annandale later in January?”

“Take as long as you guys need,” you say. Kate nods, grinning even more widely as she returns to the computer. “Right, anyway-“

“Why’s Bernadette carrying Clara?” asks Lisa, pointing to Bernadette hefting a still catatonic Clara on her back.

“Long story,” you say.

“What did you do last night?” asks Lisa.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>37090622
> Polite
A lady never tells.

>>37090622
>Polite
Nothing embarrassing I'm sure.

>>37090622
>Boast

>>37090622
> Boast
My curiosity wins out over my common sense.

>>37090622
>Boast
We did a lot and we were amazing at it.

>>37090622
> Polite

>>37090622
>Polite

>>37090622
>Boast

> Polite

You sigh. “A lady never tells.” You turn your nose up so high you swear it’d turn blue. Lisa and Nancy glance at each other, confused. You will leave the secrets of what happened last night to your grave but let’s just say you spent a lot of time gasping for breath and learning a lot of new things.

“Anyway,” says Bernadette, keen to also keep things a secret. “Let’s head up to the bridge. Captain Meryl is probably expecting us.” Ah yes, in your entire four months stint as Student Council President, you have never once met the actual Captain of the ship. Strange. Oh well. You all say goodbye to Kate, then start heading up to the bridge.

-

-

“Alright, alright!” yells Captain Meryl. She couldn’t stand at more than five feet, even shorter than Kitten or anybody else you’ve ever met. She stands on top of her chair, her naval studies uniform much too big for her and her hat sliding down her over her eyes. She quickly slaps it up, her sleeves ending right at her knuckles. “Let me know when it’s time to drop anchor, girls!”

One of the girls looks at her. “It’s been time to drop anchor for an hour.”

“Don’t get snippy with me!” says Captain Meryl. She holds up her binoculars, scanning the horizon as you all walk in to greet her. She looks to you, then smiles. “Ah, Student Council folks. Nice to see y’all!”

You shake her head, oh she’s just adorable! “Nice to see you too, Captain Meryl. Can’t believe they’d put a freshman in charge of the ship!”

>>37091039
[2/2]

When you see her face, you realize you shouldn’t have said that. You should not have said that. “I’m a Junior,” she hisses. Oh jeez.

Nancy comes between you two, ready to resolve anything. “Anyway! The Ceremonial Braking?”

“Yeah!” Captain Meryl brightens up immensely. “We’re just about to start. Gertrude.” You blink, your attention grabbed. “Since you helped save this school, I believe it should be you who drops the anchors for LGA today.”

> “WITH PLEASURE!”
> “It should be all of us.”
> “Nah, I’ll let the professionals handle it.”
> Write in

>>37091059
> “It should be all of us.”
Let's diplomacy!

>>37091059
>“WITH PLEASURE!”

>>37091059
> “Nah, I’ll let the professionals handle it.”
Aww, no boast? But I wanted to know...oh well, probably shouldn't enable me anyway.

>>37091039
So she fucked Clara,

wonderful....

>>37091059
> “It should be all of us.”

A 100 anchors would need a small team anyway.

>>37091059
> “It should be all of us.”
A great event for a great school.

>>37091059
>“It should be all of us.”

>>37091235
I damn well hope so.

> “It should be all of us.”

“It should be all of us!” you declare. “I won’t have it if I can’t have my staff with me to do it along with you brave girls with me!”

Captain Meryl grins. “Ha! That’s what I like about you, Gertrude!” She points to the big “DROP ANCHORS BUTTON” button on the front console. “But it’s not a button, not a switch. Go press it already.”

The Juniors, the Sophomores, and the Seniors all gather around the button to press it. Even the Naval Studies Engineer kids all crowd around. “Betty, where’d you come from?”

“I was always here!” says Betty.

“So were we,” says Henrietta.

Ah, whatever. It’s time for the Ceremonial Braking, so that the timezone can be calculated and that the ball drop can be quick and accurate at midnight! You all hold your fingers up, and then find a place on the button. Oh man, you should’ve woken Kitten up for this, but you suppose she appreciates it just being able to watch. The cameras track your every movement and you know outside the Command Tower, everyone is watching and waiting for the moment.

“Here’s to a New Year!” you yell. All of you press the button.

…

And nothing happens.

“Huh,” says Lisa. “Why isn’t anything-“ Captain Meryl grabs something, as do all the Naval Studies Kids. “What are you doing?”

> BRACE!
> “It must be broken.”
> “Well, now that that’s done, how about lunch?”
> Write in

>>37091535
> “It must be broken.”
>...
> BRACE!

>>37091535
> “It must be broken.”

>>37091228
>>37091349
We're sorry for being lewd Schteel. A little bit. I hope you don't think that's the (only) reason why we follow your quests though!

>>37091535
>BRACE!
>Hold Fairless for stability

>>37091535
> “Well, now that that’s done, how about lunch?”
> BRACE!
>Hold Fairless for stability
Anon has the right idea.

>>37091535
>“Well, now that that’s done, how about lunch?”
>> BRACE!
>>Hold Fairless for stability

I can get behind this plan.

>>37091535
>> “It must be broken.”
Weird huh.

>>37091578
I do, i mean have the things Trude said is that she wants to bang a guy and how will it be, then ends up banging Kittej and Fairless

Besides at least 35% of his girls doing cute things is lewd.

>>37091535
>“It must be broken.”
Lewd is nice, cute is nice, it's all very nice.

> BRACE!
> “It must be broken.”

You narrow your eyes, gently grab Bernadette’s arm. She looks to you, confused. “Uh, it must be broken. I mean, you can’t just drop the anchors with one big button right?”

Your answer came in the form of the anchors hitting the ocean floor and the entire Academyship shuddering to a halt. You all fly forward into something, hitting the consoles and machines and desks. One poor Naval Studies student even presses her face into the window.

And in all of that, Bernadette manages to hold herself in place as if nothing happened at all. You meanwhile have nearly fallen over, but have held steady. Everyone else is in piles below you.

But for now, the Academyship Lafayette Girls Academy is now at a complete dead stop.

Everyone groans, recovering and wincing in pain. “Everyone okay?” says Captain Meryl. Everyone mutters and mumbles affirmatives. “Great!” She checks the time. “Caldwell, call the whistle for lunch time, will you?” A whistle blows, and everyone starts leaving the Bridge.

Well, since it’s lunch time

> Time to eat out!
> Head back to your place and eat.
> Write in

>>37091839
>Time to eat out!
Domestic Trude is cute and all, but group outings are fun.

>>37091839
> Time to eat out!
Just for the pun.

>>37091756
Sorry? I'm not sure I get it.

>>37091839
>> Time to eat out!
So, is this just a one-shot or pilot thread for sequel?

>>37091839
> Head back to your place and eat.

>>37091898
What I mean to say is the German's stories are plenty lewd.

>>37091917
Think it's just a one-shot.

>>37091964
That is true. Well, some of them. Robot Decom wasn't.

>>37091839
>Time to eat out!

>>37091839
> Head back to your place and eat.

>>37091986
Robo decom was in memory the only one that wasn't lewd. Thus the exception to the rule

If you can think of one that isn't a one-shot then please tell me,

>>37092128
Well, lewdness has a scale too. I can't remember Sweetie's Six being more lewd than some jokes, and Mecha Musume was mostly entirely non-lewd except the masturbation part, which admittedly was quite lewd indeed.

>>37092128
MGL only really had the villain jokes, the MC at least was basically asexual/aromantic compared to Schteel's usual fare. And really, he hasn't done that many longer quests anyway.

> Time to eat out!

-

-

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind!” You decided to eat out at the BBQ place with all the councils, on your tab of course. Bernadette offered to pay, but was shot down. Clara meanwhile had managed to recover enough that she’s now eying you as you eat your meal. She’s clearly intending on some kind of eating contest like how you managed to recruit her.

In the background, you can see the Freshmen girls, Cathy, Andrea, Ashleigh, Tabitha, and Tara, playing their instruments on stage and singing on the traditional song of Auld Lang Syne for New Years. They have really settled down into their position there at the BBQ, and you hope to continue seeing them there for a long time.

Nancy pouts. “Aw, Bernadette, you got sauce on your cheeks.” Nancy dabs her napkin on Bernadette’s cheek. All the Senior Class President can do is roll her eyes and continue eating.

“So, what did you all get for Christmas?” asks Lisa.

Henrietta grins. “I got Five Centimeters Per Second. Andrea told me it was a pretty funny movie.” Andrea Frick puffs her cheeks, looking away. Is it not? “What about you guys?”

“Art supplies, new clothes, nothing too grand,” says Bernadette. “Just how I like it.”

Betty smiles. “I got a cookbook and a nice new scarf from my parents!” She looks to you. “What about you, Gertrude?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>37092230
>> Boast

>>37092230
>Boast

>>37092230
> Boast
Trude doesn't seem the girl to hold back here, putting her generous friends and family in the limelight is more important than being modest about what she got!

>>37092189
> Sweetie's Six
>If you can think of one that isn't a one-shot then please tell me,

>>37092222
MGL is plenty lewd too at least with Carissa, and if you want to add fanart then yes plenty lewd.

>>37092230
> Polite

>>37092267
>Carissa
Who? MGL means Magical Girl Liberty.

>>37092230
>Boast

>>37092289
It also stands for Magical Green Lantern.

>>37092289
Oooog, I thought you mean Magical Green Lantern.

Well i never pay attention to that one so you may be right.

>>37092267
Well GS's non one-shots are LGA, Liberty, Mecha Musume, Robot Decom, SW:Gallia, Green Lantern, his MG quest on Akun and the new architect one. Honestly while Schteel puts in some pervy jokes or the like in basically all of them except Decom, it's fairly balanced. Liberty has pretty much no lewd stuff other than Knives' fantasies, and his Akun quest also doesn't have anything thus far. Mecha Musume was only a few threads and had one lewd scene but was otherwise pretty much devoid of it. Robot Decom had nothing. LGA varied a lot. SW:Gallia and Green Lantern are consistently lewd as hell. I haven't bothered with the architect one so I can't say. 2 quite lewd, 1 very varied, 2 without much, 1 with nothing for his quests here, and at least his MG on Akun doesn't have that much though that might change I hope, personally. Not too bad a balance overall I'd say!

>>37092406
So in summary; GS isn't lewd, we are.

>>37092381
Yeah but Liberty had it first.
It's how people kept confusing HQR until people settled on just Hero Quest or Rena for the later one.

>>37092442
Eeeeeh, he can definitely be lewd too as we've seen many times, it's just he can also not be.

>>37092230
> Boast

>>37091535
> BRACE!

>>37092551
Anon please

> Boast

You smile, tapping your fingers along the table in anticipation. “Oh, do ya really want to know?” They all nod. “Okay, so Kitten got me a Lego set-“

“Which Lego set?” asks Henrietta. Claire sighs, rubbing her face in her hands exasperatedly.

You shrug. “Oh, just something that remains with Meth Star.” Henrietta and Andrea’s faces are completely priceless. They look like they’re going to bust a gasket. “Anyway, besides that, Griselda got me the new kit they’re putting out for the M4A1E8, I plan to paint that later in LGA livery with Charlotte later. And lastly, my Daddy got me a very nice gift as well!”

“What did he get?” asks Nancy.

You hold up your hands, revealing your new gloves. “Gloves! And not just any gloves, but fucking gloves that lets you use your smartphones and shit!” And they have been useful ever since! A bit big on you though.

Clara huffs. “Hm, I suppose those gifts are good enough for you. But for me, all my girls gifted me one thing with my position as Cheerleading Captain!”

“What did they get you?” asks Lisa.

“Underwear, clothes, socks, gloves, scarves, and a new M20 Utility Car for the team!” She grins, happily. Wow, an M20? That’s cooking with gas that is. “Hmph, I suppose I think I had the best Christmas!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>37092562
I'm sorry.

>>37092568
>Boast
Christmas fight!

>>37092568
>> Neutral

>>37092568
> Boast
Underwear? How useless!

>>37092568
>“Oh, just something that remains with Meth Star.”
Autocorrect has failed you Schteel.

>>37092637
It has. That's supposed to be rhymes.

>>37092642
It's okay, I think we all got it.

>>37092577
That's alright anon.

>>37092568
> Boast
I forgot Clara was in the cheerleaders. She truly is lewdness made manifest.

>>37092406
Yeah but the that one lewd was very lewd and not to mention the magic shop series as well if you add those as well so he's lewd if not very leaning toward it.

>>37092806
I didn't think Magic Shop had much lewd, but it's been a while.
Also the word lewd in this thread is approaching semantic satiation levels.

>>37092806
It's a pretty tame level of occasional lewd, not that there's anything wrong with lewdness anyway.

>>37092864
Original not really, but the poor merchant is.

> Boast

“Hmph, I had a better one!” you say. “I had one so great they’re making Christmas carols about it!”

Clara leans over the table, fuming. “The only thing they’re making Christmas carols about is how flat your chest is!”

“YOOOOOOO!” Henrietta and Andrea react like black people to Clara’s very mature response. “She just blew you away!” yells Andrea.

Nancy giggles nervously. “Now, girls, Christmas isn’t a competition-“

“Well, there’s already a carol about how gigantic your cowtits are and how terrible your back must be!” you say back.

“She’s going for the tits,” says Henrietta.

“That’s a bold move, Henrietta, let’s see if it pays off,” says Andrea.

The two of you stare each other down over your lunch, fuming, glaring, and just being complete douches to each other. There’s going to be words said.

> “Nope, I’m not getting part of this.”
> MORTAL KOMBAT
> Write in

>>37092568

What, Bernadette didn't give Trudy anything? Not even sexy underwear?

>>37093000
>MORTAL KOMBAT
Who could deny the joys of Clara time?

>>37093029
There's a reason she's not mentioning Bernadette. It's a bit too private to mention it.

>>37093000
> MORTAL KOMBAT
WE KNOW HER SECRETS NOW, JOINING THE SLEEPOVER WAS A BAD MOVE ON HER PART!

>>37093029
Bernadette gave Trudy things that cannot be discussed in polite company. Or in public.

>>37093000
>MORTAL KOMBAT

So tempting to boast about the (probably) foursome.

>>37093000
> MORTAL KOMBAT

>>37093037
Booo! Naah, it's fine. Lucky Trude.

>>37093037
A strap on

>>37093000
>MORTAL KOMBAT

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>>37092568
>“Gloves! And not just any gloves, but fucking gloves that lets you use your smartphones and shit!” And they have been useful ever since! A bit big on you though.
>MFW seeing these when my Lumia works with normal isotoners

>>37093037

Oh my.

>>37093110
Anal.

>>37093232
Please don't sexuali-yeah no I can't do it. But so crude!

>>37093037
This special keeps getting better.

On the other hand, I would appreciated a mention of it in the update, though I think you were going to leave it for later.

>>37093254
I think you're too perverted for even Schteel is all. Please have some thought for the poor QM juggling tanks, cute and sol with the lewdness!

>>37093284
Ok, there's that too. I promise I will behave.

> MORTAL KOMBAT

-

-

You throw Clara out into the cold snow. She rolls around, the trenchcoat that she wears is yours, and yet she doesn’t even shiver or shake considering that all she wears underneath it is her nightgown. And indeed, she takes it even better by pouncing on you and bringing you down with her.

Nancy sighs as you two wrestle around, patting her cheek. “My, my, always so aggressive.”

“Ah, it could be worse,” says Lisa.

Bernadette asks, “How?”

…

Lisa shrugs. “I said it could be worse, not how it could be worse.”

You brush snow up from the ground and start piling it over her face. “Take it all back!” you shout.

“Never!” She kicks her legs up at you, nearly taking the air out of you with each hit.

“Hey guys,” says Kitten as she comes up to the crowd. “What the hell’s going on here?” She looks down to you both. “Oh. Right.”

And to your surprise, Clara manages to actually turn you around and then come down on top of you. She holds your wrists down and starts piling snow in your face. “Say uncle!” You spit out some snow, your eyes getting stung by the chill of the frost. “Say uncle!”

> “Uncle!”
> “Never!”
> “Kitten, help!”
> Write in

>>37093444
> “Never!”
Buck them hips, we can throw her off still!

>>37093444
>> “Never!”

>>37093444
>“Never!”

>>37093444
>Uncle, but with fingers crossed so it doesn't count >>37093444

>>37093444
> “Never!”
We can still beat her! Probably. Maybe.

>>37093444
>“Never!”
No retreat, no surrender!

>>37093444
> Dig up every cheap trick in the book! Surely we know a weak point or two of hers by now, tickly area or the like.

> “Never!”

“Never! Never!” you scream. You try to push her off. All you can do though is grab at her tits, and that only makes her aggression that much stronger. Ugh, if only those damn things weren’t in the way! You’d have her done in by now! Finally, she turns you around then pulls your arm behind your back. You scream as she twists it. “Ah! YOU WON’T GET NOTHING FROM ME!”

“Alright, alright.” Bernadette pulls Clara off of you, then pulls you up. “That’s enough from you two.”

“Aw I had her beat!” Clara moans.

“No, the sun was in my eyes!” you say, trying to save face.

“I don’t care.” She places you both back down. “The New Year’s party is tonight. So we better go ahead and prepare ourselves, alright?” You hang your heads low. “Come on, don’t be like that.” She pulls your chin up. “Especially not you. Let’s try to get something other than this fighting done for today, alright?”

“Alright…” you both grumble.

“Good.” She motions over to Henrietta, Andrea, and Claire. “We’re going to go to our dorms and prepare. You guys should to.”

“Same!” says Betty. “Hope to see you all there!” With that, the two student councils leave.

Nancy looks to you. “Sorry, Gertrude.” She grins. “How about it, what shall we do?”

> Get the tanks.
> Get dressed.
> Write in

>>37093828
>Get dressed.

>>37093828
> Get the tanks.
Prepare tanks first!

>>37093828
>> Write in
Get dressed in the tanks.

>>37093828
> Write in
Dress up the tanks.
Or just get dressed, if we're BORING!

>>37093828
> Get the tanks.
Just in case we need to get our hands dirty while prepping them.

>>37093828
> Get the tanks.

>>37094075
How long are you planning to run Schteel? Gotta get through the party in a satisfying manner after all.

>>37094130
Maybe until midnight, maybe until 10, we'll see how it goes.

>>37093828
>“Come on, don’t be like that.” She pulls your chin up. “Especially not you. Let’s try to get something other than this fighting done for today, alright?”

This is fucking adorable.

>>37094146
Alright!

>>37094146
>not until the end of the universe

Schteel, pls.

>>37094146
Welp, I can't stick around much longer anyway, so I'll say it now, happy new year and thanks for the thread!

>>37094179
Damn right it is.

>>37094317
Happy new year anon.

> Get the tanks.

“Let’s go get the tanks, girls.” You look to Clara. “You yourself might need to go get changed, much as I like to see you in that gown.”

She lifts the skirt up a bit to allow you to see her very clean, unblemished, and very shapely thigh. “I’d bet you’d like to see a lot more. Too bad!” She presses it down, glaring at you as she walks away. “You’ll have to fight me for it.”

Hmph. You’ll get her later. “Come on, girls.” The five of you start walking on.

-

-

“Hey, Gertrude!” Marina, Jenny, Katya, and Lidya of the Aviation Studies Club are here to meet you in the Tank Hangar. All of your tanks are ready to be driven, having been freshly repaired from their damages in the match against Ooarai. “Coming to get your tank?”

“You betcha.” You pat Cupid the M4A1E8 Sherman, your loyal workhorse, on the side of his hull armor. “I figure our tanks are gonna want to celebrate New Years with us, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Most definitely!” says Jenny.

Anna and the Sewing Club poke their heads out from the SOMUA S35. “Gertrude!” They smile. “Here for your dress?” Where did they come from?

Oh whatever.

Nancy smiles, looking up to Cupid. “Oh, Cupid.” She places her hand on the side like you did, rubbing him affectionately. “That reminds me, Gertrude.” The staff looks to you. “The Principal is planning on a JV team for next year, right?” You nod. “Are you going to have Griselda lead it when she comes aboard?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>37094354
>> Neutral
If she's up to the task yep, but either way she's going to be apart of its team.

>>37094354
>> Neutral

>>37094354
> Neutral
No inheriting spots in this club!

>>37094354
>> Boast

>>37094354
>Neutral
She'll have to prove she wants it.

>>37094354
> Neutral

>>37094179
I have to learn how to pull that level of dominance off RL. Fairless a best

> Neutral

“I won’t be the one who approves it, it will have to be the people around her,” you say. “She’s a good girl, I know that much. She just needs a few good teachers and friends to lead her along.” Griselda’s probably one of the biggest tank nerds you’ve seen ever. But that doesn’t mean that you as her older sister will spoil her with the gift of leadership. You know better than that.

“Right, that’s all well and good!” says Lisa. “But, shall we get moving?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say. “Anna, you got our dresses?”

The Sewing Club all hold out dresses bagged in plastic bags. Good enough. The five of you grab them and then head into the lockers to change.

And while there, you help Kitten into her signature shirtdress. “So, Kitten…” You rest your head on her shoulder, smiling. “How are you feeling?”

Kitten smiles. “After winning the tournament and getting all kinds of new friends and finding a really good place in life, I feel great, Trudy.” She sighs happily. You’ve done so much with Kitten. It’s almost sad that the tournament is over. “What about you?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite
> Write in

>>37094752
> Boast
Of course Trude feels on top of the world!

>>37094752
>Boast

>>37094752
>> Boast

>>37094752
>boast
>Going to princenton will be awesome. ;_;

>>37094752
> Boast

>>37094843
Happy ending, anon, happy ending.

>>37094752
> Boast
Kitten a cute

> Boast

“Oh, you know me.” She smirks, giving you a look of “Really?” You giggle a bit. “I’m serious.” You step back from her, then place your hand on her shoulder as you two look in the mirror. “We got lucky you and I. I don’t think we’ll ever find conflict in our lives like that ever again! We’ve won, and we should celebrate that!” You punch her gently in the arm. She acts as if this is painful, which it wasn’t, you hope.

She takes your hand on your shoulder, nodding. “Yeah. Funny, four months ago I was a complete nerd that didn’t want to leave my room. Now…” She sighs, looking down. “Now, I’m a regular girl. I feel like I’ve lost something.”

“Lost, or gained?” She smiles up at you, more genuinely. “Come on, Kitten. I saved you the trouble of a shitty New Year’s Resolution. I think we should celebrate it.”

[1/2]

>>37095302
[2/2]

-

-

Fireworks blast off into the sky, dousing the night with sprays of sparkles and glitter. Everyone is alive and out to the campus to eat, drink, dance, and play the night away. All of your tanks, even the 120mm Chi-Ha that never earned a kill sits in the courtyard. Banners are streamed around them, celebrating the Tankery program. You can see the (former) Delinquents all shouting and whooping on top of their Panther. Naval Studies Liberty is showing a group of Freshmen around their tanks. The History Club is absent, but you know that they’re not really party animals anyway. They’re still around you’d guess.

Somewhere around as well, the Polish are eating their way through the night. The Girl Scouts are busy catering with food and cookies. The Animation Club and the Magicians are out here making caricatures or doing magic tricks for the students. The Rifle Team are the ones who set up the Fireworks as well with the Theatre Tech team. The Aces are sitting on top of Hobbes the King Tiger, having a few drinks with each other and reminiscing. The Foreign Exchange Students as well are simply having a blast as they dance with other students. The Hall Monitors as well are on guard, but they try to enjoy themselves as best they can.

Everyone’s out and about.

> Join in with a crew (Specify)
> Hang out with your staff
> Write in

>>37095302
Kitten, did lose something very important. Her virginity

>>37095328
> Hang out with your staff
Let's have fun with our team. I missed them!

>>37095328
> Join in with a crew
Poles!

>>37095328
>Hang out with your staff
Not a better staff on the sea.

>>37095328
>Join the last chancers
Delinquents are the best

>>37095480
This.

>>37095328
> Hang out with your staff

> Hang out with your staff

You five decide to hang around the snack bar, where the Girl Scouts are. “Hey there, Anne.” Anne Juliette of the Girl Scouts smiles as she places some cookies down on your plate. Oooh, thin mint! You take a bite, and let the crumbly taste of cookies dance on your tongue. Ohohoh! “So, girls, how are you taking the party?” you ask.

Lisa holds her hands over her ears, looking around. “It’s a bit loud!”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you bring thousands of students together in one small place,” says Ramirez.

“Ah, quiet, Ramirez,” says Lisa. Ramirez rolls her eyes at that.

Nancy smiles as she munches on a small sandwich. “I think it’s lovely! Everyone has a right to celebrate, we saved the school and that means LGA is free to sail the waves for as long as it wants to!” Well, you don’t know about that, but you’ve at least assured that Griselda will get her own shot in at LGA.

Lisa sighs, leaning back on the table until she sees Huxley. She blinks, and you can see a hint of pink to her cheeks as Huxley and Mr. Mishka greet students and teachers all around in the courtyard. Ramirez leans over, nudging her. “Go on.”

“No.” Lisa huffs, munching more on her cookies.

> “Go on.”
> “She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to.”
> Write in

>>37095800
"Fine."

Go bring them over instead. Get that bitch a Huxley. Bitches love Huxleys.

>>37095800
> “Go on.”

>>37095800
>“Go on.”

>>37095800
>> “Go on.”
Just fuck already, jeez.

>>37095800
>> “Go on.”

>>37095800
>>37095910
Anon has the right idea.

>>37095971
Should learn from Trude, really. But I guess Lisa isn't as lewd as Trude, and Huxley isn't NEARLY as lewd as Trude's girls, so it's unsurprising.

> “Go on.”

You lean over, nudging her again in the hip. She squints at you, angered by your intrusion. “Go on, just fuck him already.”

Lisa rolls her eyes. “Fine.” She jabs her finger on your chin. “But you made me.”

Ramirez takes her hand. “Come on, tough guy, I’ll back you up.” Ramirez starts dragging Lisa over to Huxley. You can’t help but be proud of them both, Lisa for showing love for the opposite gender and for Ramirez actually being outgoing enough to do something like that. It’s just wonderful. You, Nancy, and Kitten giggle as Lisa makes a few awkward but cute passes at Huxley, with Ramirez standing at the side.

“Those two certainly have a future I’m sure,” says Nancy.

“Yeah, I can see it,” you say.

Charlotte pats your shoulder. “Hey, Gertrude. Can I talk to you for a second?” You nod, then leave your group and walk over with Charlotte behind one of the tanks. She doesn’t wear a dress, instead she wears the Tankery Uniform. “Listen, Gertrude… I just wanted to say Thank you.”

“Really?” you ask. “What for?”

“I dunno. I probably did this already but… seriously, thank you.” She looks to you, smirking. “For giving me and the others a second chance. I’m sure we would’ve been expelled if we hadn’t pulled in with you. Seriously, I can’t thank you enough for the chance you gave us.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>37096205
>> Boast

>>37096205
> Boast
Nothing to it!

>>37096205
> Polite
They earned what we have them.

>>37096205
Aw, hell, we were just securing our hold over the contraband routes and gambling rings. By the way, where's our cut?

>>37096205
> Boast
awwww

> Boast

You smile at her. “Don’t worry about it, Charlotte.” You punch her on the arm, grinning even more widely. “Honestly, all I gave you was a chance. It was you and the rest that made it worthwhile. That’s what matters, and I imagine you understand that.”

“I do,” says Charlotte. “We won’t waste it, I promise you that much. We’ll stick with Tankery to the bitter end if need be.”

You take Charlotte in a tight hug, happily. “Thanks, Lucky.” She pats you on the back, happy. You pull apart from each other. “You better go on with your crew. I’m sure Elouise, Maya, Abigail, and Benita are missing you now.”

“Yeah.” Charlotte smiles, probably one of the few times you’ve seen that on her. “Happy New Year, Gertrude.”

“You too.” You both step away from each other, happily. You receive a call from Dad then and there, and you decide to take it. You stick your finger in your ear and press your cellphone tight against the other. “Hello?”

“Hey, girl!” says Dad. “What time is it on your end?”

> 10:00 PM

“About ten, two hours ‘til ball drop? You?”

“Oh, I think we’re an hour behind you!” he says. “Just wanted to call, wish you a Happy New Year, let me put Griselda on!” There’s a brief pause.

Then you hear Griselda. “Hey, sis! Just wanted to say Happy New Year!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>37096205
> Boast

>>37096561
>> Boast

>>37096561
> Boast
Hey best sis!

>>37096561
>> Boast

>>37096561
>Boast

I did not expect this.

>>37096561
> Boast

GuP fan, just found these threads. Anything I should know about the quest that isn't covered in the Anime?

>>37096758
Yes. Everything.

Like, seriously, this is just an special, the quest itself ended a few months ago.

>>37096758
Yes, unfortunately, you're quite stuck out of the loop. If you want to catch up, here are the threads.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Girls%20Und%20Panzer:%20LGA%20Quest

All 114 plus small change.

>>37096772
>>37096796
Oh, wow I'm late.

So just hang back and delve through the archives later then?

>>37096758
Well start from the beginning. Also your tolerance of /u/ will probably determine enjoyment to some extent. Also also, I'd recommend liberal use of ctrl+Fing Schteel's trip, at least in the threads around the ball if you stick with it that far. Anons can be a bit...

>>37096807
/u/ is frankly kind of expected given the world of GuP, so that wont be an issue.

>>37096805
Pretty much, yeah

> Boast

“Happy New Year to you too, Griselda! Listen, I know you’re itching to get through and get on LGA so I’m going to tell you right now, start getting good grades and don’t dawdle about! You’re in the home stretch, and you’re going to be part of my Tankery Program!”

“Pffft, you say that as if I’m going to be held back.”

“You could be! I’m just saying, alright!?”

“Alright, alright. Look, come September, you’ll see with the best grades ever AND a few friends to do Tankery with too. Just you wait, I’ll catch up to you, Gertrude Pool!”

“I hope you will! I love you alright, tell Dad that too!”

“See ya later, sis.”

“You too, sis.”

You hang up then and there. “Sister, huh?” You blink, then turn around to see Lilah D. Fredendall, leaning on the side of the KV-85 “Chuck”. She crosses her arms, looking at you relatively forlornly.

You nod, your smile dropping. “Yeah, sister.”

“I bet she’s nice,” says Lilah. “Can’t wait to meet her next year.”

> Move on
> “Listen, Lilah…”
> Write in

>>37096879
>“Listen, Lilah…”

>>37096879
> “Listen, Lilah…”
Time for a talk, only months in the making!

>>37096879
>> “Listen, Lilah…”

Anyone have an idea of what happened to Blackjack? Also, >>boast

>>37096946
Ded.
Long Hiatus
Lose interest

you can choose. Guy not even updating his twitter.

>>37096863
Not to me at the time, I was in it for the tanks.

Actually in GuP anime, I kind of skipped most of the cute girl stuff that didn't involve plot just to focus on the tanks.

>>37096879
> “Listen, Lilah…”

>>37096946
As of Dec 10 no contact. Promised a post soon that day and then silence.

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>>37096979
Eh, there was a lot of good stuff in there, too.

Hey, what about that anon that said was doing an ebook of the quest? Any news?

> “Listen, Lilah…”

You sigh. “Listen, Lilah. I know we haven’t had the best relationship in the past.” You stand erect, looking at her. You have to handle this with maturity, and grace, and elegance expected of a woman who practices Tankery. “But I’m willing to put that aside if you are. If you’ll move on, I will. I hope we can be friends, you know?”

She looks down, curling her lip.

You step up to her, smiling. “Yeah?”

She sighs. “I suppose we can.” She looks up to you. “I mean, if you’re really willing to put aside that I burnt down your HQ and nearly cost you the tournament.”

You nod. “And I’ll be willing to put aside the panty raids I didn’t organize and the snowball fight that I didn’t join in on.” You tilt your head, smiling warmly at her. “Think we can do it?”

For once, you see her smile. It’s beautiful. Your heart throbs for a second or two. Finally, she offers her hand. “Friends.”

You shake it vigorously, shocking her with your strength. “Friends!”

She nods, her smile dropping as she looks to the sky. “Welp, I should just get going now, disappear.” She shrugs. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year.”

[1/2]

>>37097234
[2/2]

-

-

You and your staff have gathered around to sit on top of Cupid. Lisa is sitting on the driver’s hatch, crossing her legs. Kitten is sitting with you and Nancy on the top of the turret while Ramirez sits back on the radio operator’s hatch, leaning on the turret mantlet. Thirty minutes to the ball drop. “So, did you all have fun?” you ask.

“Most definitely!” says Nancy. “I think it’s safe to say we can look forward to many months and years of tanking.”

You nod. “Great! I’m glad.”

Bernadette and the Seniors climb onto the back. “Hey, girl,” says Bernadette. She kisses on your cheek. Kitten pouts furiously at that, then kisses your other cheek in return. Oh jeez.

The other crews start gathering around. “It’s going to be a HAPPY NEW YEAR!” chants the Polish crew. Janek hefts up her beloved dog Olgierd, allowing him to sit with Ramirez on top of the tank. You all look to the stars, ready to see the fireworks.

“What’s this?” asks Anne as Samantha hands her a rifle. “Is this a gun?!”

“Yeah, fire it off once it hits midnight!” yells Megan. “Don’t worry, they’re blanks! We’re not stupid!” She looks over to see Natalya hefting up a giant AT Rifle. “No, no, Natalya! Not the Solothurn! Put that away!”

> “Let’s all gather around for a picture!”
> Watch for the fireworks
> Just sit and relax
> Write in

>>37097263
> Just sit and relax

Just enjoy the girls' company

>>37097263
>> “Let’s all gather around for a picture!”
>> Watch for the fireworks

>>37097263
> Watch for the fireworks
I have to sleep now, so happy new year Schteel! And I hope for a good ending to the thread.

>>37097263
> “Let’s all gather around for a picture!”
> Watch for the fireworks

>>37097263
> “Let’s all gather around for a picture!”

>>37097234
>For once, you see her smile. It’s beautiful. Your heart throbs for a second or two.
Ah, what could have been...well, not really, but I feel your pain, crackship-anon.

> “Let’s all gather around for a picture!”

You stand up and declare to everyone. “Hey, everyone!” They all turn their heads to you. “Gather around, gather around in front of Cupid! It’s time to take a picture!” They all cheer, quickly finding a place or two as Cathy scrambles to get her camera together and find a good stand. She does find a good stand in the form of a rack of shells. The first row is lying back, the second row is sitting. The third is standing. All the rest are bunched up on Cupid, with you and your staff on the top of the turret.

Cathy sets the timer. “Thirty seconds!” She grins as the orange light starts flashing. “Alright! There it is!” She quickly starts running to join her freshmen at the front row. She slides in neatly. You can’t wait to see this picture.

“Everyone, say cheese!” you yell.

“Cheese!”

And with a click, the original twenty teams of LGA are immortalized forever in a simple photo.

[1/2]

>>37097667
[2/2]

Everyone scrambles to get a look at the photo. You simply sit on the turret with Kitten, happy that everyone is now so close to each other after the events of the tournament. It occurs to you to wonder now what’s going on with your rivals.

The William Adams girls. Victoria Augustine, Mary Stuart, and Anne Murphy will be reunited in their love for the cruiser tank. They’ll be sitting on one of their Cromwells. Gwynedd Archer will be resting her head quietly on Victoria’s lap as they all talk smack to each other, but deep in their hearts they’ll be happy to be together again on a tank for that one night.

Perrine Hobart will be celebrating with newfound friends aboard J. Walter Christie Polytechnical Institute. She might be sitting atop a Maus that is now using several Pershings as a new base for the tracks, but she’ll be there. She’ll be smiling, staring up at the sky with her techies, mechanics, and her fellow engineers.

Piper Blancbois, Helga Bayerlein, and Emi will be drinking to their hearts content on Konigsberg Academy. You won’t know if they ever did save their Tankery Program, but you’ll be content knowing they had fun to the bitter end. And you hope the best for them.

And Amanda “Ace” Levy. She’ll be cuddling with your old friend Eugene Fluckey under the stars. Red and Dizzy will be running around, drinking and eating while they sit upon her 24 Chaffee. Ace might not be one to slow down in a fight, but there’s no reason she can’t down in life.

Maybe that’s what’s going on.

You smile. Knowing them, it probably is.

Five minutes until ball drop. Kitten kisses you on the cheek. “Happy New Year,” she says simply.

You smile at her too. “Happy New Year.”

She looks up to the stars. “You know, Gertrude. You think there might be more in store for LGA after this? We always talk about how we won the tournament. You think we can still hold that kind of reputation?”

> “We can.”
> "It won't be up to us."
> “We’ll see.”
> Write in

>>37097674
>“We can.”

>>37097674
>> “We can.”
> "It won't be up to us."

>>37097674
> Write in
"I know that we can, but we'll have to see how the next generation of LGA's tankers do."

>>37097674
>> “We can.”
Thread seems to be slowing down a bit, anons probably drunk off their face fell out of their chairs or something

>>37097839
I will have you know I am only mildly intoxicated and sitting on a couch. With other people even!

>>37097852
Good on you anon, you should get the other people you're with in the thread.

>>37097867
But they're normal people! They wouldn't understand.

>>37097901
Then make them understand, or get them equally drunk, either works

>>37097674
>“We can.”

>>37097901
>N-nah, you just don't get it! It's cute girls AND tanks! It's not weird at all!

> “We can.”

You nod. “We can, Kitten. It might not be up to us, but honest to goodness, I know we can.” You smile at her, then kiss her on the cheek. “You, I, and everyone here, we’re in this together. We’ll always make LGA proud in the days to come.” You all stand up to see the ball drop over on the Command Tower. One minute left to New Year’s.

Nancy smiles. “It’s beautiful.”

Lisa nods. “Better than last year’s.”

“We didn’t have one last year,” says Ramirez.

“Yeah…”

Bernadette leans over, kissing you on the cheek. “Just wanted to say thanks for everything, Gertrude.” You nod at her, then kiss her on the cheek too. You know Bernadette wants to say more, but she just can’t find the heart to at this moment. You let her be, you’ll get it out of her later tonight if you have to. Clara as well hops up onto the turret and grabs onto you from behind. Everyone starts counting down. You laugh as the ball starts to drop into its final seconds. “Ten!”

“Nine!”

“Eight!”

“Seven!”

“Six!”

“Five!”

“Four!”

“Three!”

“Two!”

“One!”

The ball drops.

> THURSDAY, JANUARY 1ST, 2014

For the love of all that is holy, you scream along with everyone else.

> HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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>>37098012
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yf1pKPFEh7E

And that's it for Lafayette Girls Academy, New Year's Special. Made at the request of Hexer after he helped me out of a slight bind earlier this week. I hope you all enjoyed LGA's last hurrah.

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Wishing you a Happy New Year from the lovely US of A. Here's to another year of Questing.

>>37098037
Happy New Year to you too, Schteel.

>>37098037
Thanks for running, boss. Happy new year.

>>37098037
It's been an honor German. Good to see this back after so long.

By the way, are Clara and Gertrude in a weird hate-fuck relationship or not?

>>37098097
I like to think they are.

>>37098103
So it's canon now?

Again why doesn't trude just give up on guys entirely and go full lesbian?

>>37098037
Thanks for the thread GS, good to see the old crew again. Hopefully one day in the future we get to go on Griselda's wild ride.

>>37098037

Happy New Year, boss. Thanks for all the quests.
I started following this, and your stuff back in January when I lost my job.

Totally worth months of unemployment to be part of this.

>>37098037
I got way too drunk halfway through this and passed out. It was an honor to quest again with you Schteel.
> Hexer
Fucking Hexer, he's got his fingers in everything, doesn't he?